Jack Johnson said it best:

“I would turn on the TV
But its so embarrassing
To see al the other people
I don’t even know what they mean
And it was magic at first
When they spoke without sound
And now this world is going to hurt
You better turn that thing down
You better turn it around”
(“Cookie Jar”)

In another song he says:

“Hope will make you strange
Make you blink
Make you sink
It will make you afraid of change
Enough to blame the box with the view of the world
I turn it up
But then I turn it off
Because I can’t stand
When they start to talk about
The hurting and killing
Whose shoes are we filling
The damage and ruin
And the things that we’re doing
We gotta stop
We gotta turn it all off
We gotta rewind
Start it up again”
(“Fall Line”)

The machine-gun camera that brings death and destruction into our homes each night for our children to fill up their minds on, or the nonsense that atrophies our sense of purpose and self, numbing us to the real world around us, numbing us to ourselves. On this side of the veil, the outside, these are the images we live with, identify with, and become.

Jung postulated that the UFO phenomena is a collective projection, perhaps from a subconscious need to feel there is a higher intelligence capable of saving us from ourselves. Wolfgang Pauli has suggested that on a quantum level our group intention is capable of actualizing this myth into a physical reality. The implication being that collectively our negative outlook can only attract a negative reality. Hence, Jackson writes, “If hell is hat we want hell is what we’ll have.”

I felt a need to personalize this to emphasize our personal responsibility by changing the subject to “u” instead of "we." I also pointed this at the younger generations (since we already had our chance) by making the words more text message’ish.

The red circular disks provide a window or portholes into the “other” side of the veil. It is the side of hope. Sometimes hope is all we have unless it is complacent anorexic hope. Self-portraits of pre-school children in Lima, Peru provided the guardians of hope. One must become innocent as a child to enter. We have to turn the noise and contamination of our minds off to enter. We have to turn it around in order to find the sacred.

Aion shows up again; a variant. It is the Savior, the superman of Nietzsche, the overcomer, the one who can break the stare, blink, find his moral compass, make a difference.

What did they put in the water to make us all so complacent and hypnotized to the media story? We don’t want to see reality so we hide our heads in the sands of direct TV. But when the puppeteer’s curtain fall along with the economy and the strings of greed and corruption are plain for all to see then as Jack Johnson said, “we will ask how were we to have known?” And the answer, he says, “is not so hard to tell, keep adding stones and soon the water will be lost in the well.”

Jung was very concerned about humanities ability to survive the 21st century. The Hopi Indians believed that the earth has already been destroyed a few times and the inhabitants also, except for the few who remembered and honored the sacred. Those were sent below the surface through the ant mounds and were saved to repopulate and try again. Perhaps we should be asking ourselves if we know the way to the ant mounds.